Deep in the Motherlode (Live from The Theatre Royal Drury Lane, London, 5th May 1980)

Get out of the way, fat man. You got something to do

Go fill up your hands till they shine back up at you

Well you gotta get out while there's gold in the air

It's falling like water, oh it's coming down from those hills

Nanana oh, oh

Go West young man

Earn a dollar a day, that's what your family said

Amd you're rolling the days right on into the night

At the head of the line, oh it's going way-way-way-way-way out of sight

Nanana oh-oh

Go West young man like your family said, o-ho

All along the wagons

All along the dusty trail

Seventeen years not over a day

Like children in the wild

Your mama's milk still wet on your face

And no one wants to pray for your safe journey home

Out beyond the desеrt

Across the mountains by the falls

Servants who lеave their master's house

Oh, they're walking all the way

The golden fields that beckoned you, you

They're darkened by the days

Go West young man, like your family said

Go West young man

Aw well, if you knew then just what you know today

Yes you'd be back where you started a happier man

And leave all the glory to all of those who have remained

Nanana oh-oh

Go West young man

Go West young man, like your family said

Oh no

Go West young man

Go West young man, like your family said

Oh, oh, oh oh